The Backpack

Your like my backpack So heavy and stiff Do you ever get tired of carrying that sack around? It's heavier than mine Except i can't see it No one can No one even knows it's there To be honest i don't think that anyone else really cares Does it bother you that heavy thing on your back Or do you just hope that they can't see it As you hunch over trying to look relaxed Man, that backpack All covered in black Pockets in the front and the back A big old backpack You try to get rid if it I watch you fight with it everyday But it doesn't go away? It just sits there In dismay Just like you Except it doesn't want to get rid of the pain that it causes You toss and you turn through the hallways Hoping to be ignored But that backpack is up to no good It's a menace It makes you frown And feel like everything in your life is going down I have the same backpack Except yours is a lot bigger than mine Bigger pockets Thicker straps And a whole lot sturdier But I'm glad that i don't have that backpack of yours Having to carry around all that bagage Having it control your every move Make all of your decisions Control your life Uh that's some backpack Holding all that stuff inside Trying to look put together on the outside But as soon as you open it up SWOOSH! A mess of papers and pens fall out Everywhere